The air was thick with the scent of blood, sweat, and something darker—something ancient. The remnants of the battle still lingered, but it wasn’t the fallen wolves that held my attention. It was the growing sense of unease gnawing at the back of my mind. Something was wrong. I could feel it deep in my bones, and it wasn’t just the remnants of the magic coursing through my veins.
Alistair stood before me, a towering figure in the flickering torchlight, his eyes scanning the darkness with lethal focus. His wolf was closer to the surface than ever before, and his tension was palpable. I could feel the rumble of his growls vibrating through the air, as if every inch of him was on high alert. But even with the chaos around us, even as the blood of his enemies stained the floor beneath him, I
